I see colors when I hear your voice
Grab your wings, they’re putting gravity on trial
I see colors, I don’t hear the noise
Sometimes we’re only flying for a while
I could love you in the falling rain
Grab your things, this is a storm I’m meant to ride
Like synesthesia aboard a stalling plane
It’s like we’re only flying for a while
—Syntesthesia | Andrew McMahon (via midnightbeliever)
